462 MR. THOMAS ROBINSON. 



Woodyates, he had winged a bird, and wishing to be 

 his own retriever, dashed up the hill after it at terrific 

 speed, but was soon distanced. AVhen the bird rested, 

 he got above it, ' gaping,' to use his own words, ' like 

 a vouns: rook.' He was then master of the situation, 

 and soon bagged his game triumphantly and in good 

 style. He drove at the age of eighty-three, within a 

 few months of his death, seventy miles — which is no 

 easy work even for a young man — and transacted 

 business, reaching home in time to dress and dine 

 with a party of friends at High Wycombe, returning 

 about midnioht, and the next mornino- was at his 

 business again as if nothing had happened out of the 

 common course of things. He was a good parent, 

 a sincere friend, and an honest man. He lived in 

 comfortable circumstances, and died in the eighty- 

 third year of his age, leaving three children to lament 

 his loss. 



In conclusion, I must say that Mr. Robinson was a 

 man amongst men, and will always be so cherished 

 in my memory. Industrious and frugal, he made 

 himself agreeably respected by his every action 

 throughout a long and laborious life. In every 

 respect, so far as his ability and means permitted, he 

 carefully studied and relieved the wants of the neces- 

 sitous, consoled the afflicted, and untiringly laboured 

 disinterestedly for the good of all. Be this said to 

 his memory. His was the true philosophy which 

 should stand forth as a bright and alluring beacon 



